#infinity war noncompliant

[enchantedlokii]

We Don’t Have To Be Ordinary

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language, depression, mention of suicide attempt

Characters: Loki Odinson, Thor Odinson

Mentioned: Odin Borson, Brunnhilde, Bruce Banner, Korg, Miek, Heimdall, Tony Stark, the Other, Thanos, Ebony Maw, Cull Obsidian, Corvus Glaive, Proxima Midnight, Frigga, Malekith, Jane Foster, Amora, the Lurking Unknown, Hela Odindottir

Loki had become accustomed to his new life. New Asgard was different. Not that he minded. He had always loved Asgard, but the place had become more of a prison than home to him since his spiral years ago. He never truly felt safe there after his mistake, and he enjoyed the new start. And as much as he acted as if he hated Midgardians, he enjoyed Midgard. Earth.

For one, Norway was cooler than Asgard. It was more suitable for him, and he didn’t constantly feel too warm like he often did in his old home. It made it easier for him to help with the building process, and he was comfortable most nights with only a window open, a gentle night breeze rustling the curtains and pulling him into a deep sleep.

Then there was the laxity of the place. Of course it could be more the fact that it was Thor who was king now rather than Odin, but he didn’t constantly feel trapped by his duties. Sure, he still had to help out. He was still a prince, although he had questioned his brother if he truly deserved the title now, and he had to make appearances. But on a normal day, he could just relax. He didn’t have to worry about dressing up or donning his armor. Even if he was simply walking the streets, no one was bothered by the more casual attire he preferred. Thor often did the same, so it didn’t really matter all that much.

For a long time, he would join Thor for dinner along with Brunnhilde and Bruce. Sometimes Sif or Korg and Miek would join them as well. Even Heimdall had sat at the table with them on occasion. It was lighthearted. One might even call it fun.

Every night, Thor would invite Loki to stay with him. He had originally intended for his brother to live with him permanently, adding a room furnished for him when it was built, but Loki insisted he would be fine on his own. Occasionally he did accept the request. He always said it was because he was too tired to walk home and told himself it was to please his brother since he went through the trouble of building the room for him, but sometimes he just felt safer knowing that Thor was in the next room.

The Asgardians has been lucky, really. When they had come to Midgard, Bruce had gotten in contact with Tony. He had agreed to help fund the building of the city; both buying supplies and hiring workers to help get the job done faster. He even helped get in touch with the Norway government to make sure everything was completed legally. They hadn’t had any trouble, and every Asgardian knew Norwegian; though it was a bit difficult because of how the language had developed over the years from the ancient Norse that they were taught in school.

What surprised Loki was that no one objected to him being on Earth. Many of the Midgardians he had spoken to knew who he was, and some had been a bit timid, but no one had showed up in an effort to take him away. He was glad, additionally, that no sparkling portals had opened up under his feet again so the sorcerer either didn’t know he was there or had come to his senses. Even the remaining Avengers — they had learned from Tony that the team had split in the past year — knew he was there and had made no efforts to take him into custody under SHIELD.

Overall, Loki thought, things were great. He thought that his life was finally starting to turn around. That was, until the city was completed.

It was a slow change. At first there were still a lot of duties. Loki didn’t kind, really. They were different than the duties he had grown up preparing for, and much less boring. He just had more time on his hands now, often having a chance to sleep in of the morning or sit by the window and read. He didn’t have many books yet, but he was sure that his collection would grow to fill his private library that he had built for himself.

There were days that being alone became too much. He would start to feel lonely and would find himself wondering the streets. Sometimes he would just listen to the noise of the city and speak to those who passed him. He might even entertain the children of the city with his magic if they asked him to. Other times he would visit Thor (and Bruce, who was staying with him until he left for New York) or even Brunnhilde on occasion.

The dinners started to grow less frequent as the work tapered off. Eventually, Bruce left for New York. Loki hated to admit it, but it hurt watching him leave. They had grown to become friends in the past months, and he knew he would miss him. He promised to visit, of course, but it would still take some adjusting.

Over time, Loki didn’t see as much of his friends as he had become used to. He understood, of course. Thor was busier than ever with the duties of being King of Asgard. Brunnhilde was working on a sparring facility and had even mentioned trying to recreate the Valkyries. It was more for the sake of tradition that necessity, but Thor seemed to believe it was a good idea. Loki had plenty to do himself, but his duties were more steady. He never really felt busy, having time to himself nearly every day.

As the days passed, his workload grew lighter. Adjusting to Norway proved to leave room for more leniency, and Loki started having full days to himself. Eventually, he only had to attend a few scheduled events from time to time and take care of scattered legal obligations. He thought that was something he would enjoy, but he was so wrong.

As a child, Loki loved alone time. He spent a lot of time in the library of the palace when he wasn’t busy, or practicing his magic. He preferred solitude over the crowded hallways upstairs. That was before the Fall, however.

It was ironic that he called it the Fall, really. He knew what he was doing that day. He didn’t feel like there was any reason to keep living. Not when his entire life had been a lie. Not after he had tried to kill his own brother. Not after he had made such a huge mistake. He only felt worse when death wouldn’t claim him and he was left to float through darkness for what he later learned would be several months.

It was when his fall ended that he met the Other. The Other, who introduced him to Thanos and the Black Order. At first he had just been glad to not be alone anymore, but that gladness soon faded as the torture began. Because Thanos showed no mercy. He continuously weakened him until his mind was in such a weak state that he couldn’t fight off the power of the Mind Stone.

Even then, there were lapses. He would try to push a way from the mind control. He almost did, at one point. A dazed feeling had came over him during the fight when Thor was speaking to him, telling him to look around at the destruction the Chitauri were causing. He had snapped out of his trance for a moment before it washed over him again, staying in place until the Hulk had smashed him and the blow to his head had knocked him back to reality.

Only for him to go back to being confined to a prison cell. It wasn’t as bad as the Void. At least he had light and saw other beings. Frigga tried to make him comfortable, bringing him books and furniture to make the cell more homely. Still, he knew that he was deteriorating. He had nightmares and flashbacks, sometimes waking up thinking he was in the Void once again before a guard would come into view and he would remember that he was back in Asgard.

Then Malekith killed Frigga. That was Loki’s breaking point. He had known something was wrong. He felt that something was different even before the guard had come to send him the message.

At that point, he went wild. He lost control, destroying his cell. Broken glass scattered across the floor as his lamp shattered. Sharp fragments impaled his feet as he paced, leaving blood on the stone beneath him, but he didn’t care. He welcomed the pain like an old friend.

Despite it all, the one thing he wanted was for someone to visit him. He was alone. He hated being alone. Part of him had thought that Thor would come running as soon as Frigga died, breaking the shield and holding him in the way he had when they were younger. He had hoped that he might be allowed to leave the cell long enough to attend her funeral. But they left him to mourn alone.

When Thor finally came, seeking help to avenge their mother’s death, he saw an opportunity to escape the loneliness. He knew enough magic that faking his death was easy. Physically, it was simple, but it hurt watching Thor grieve. He thought it was a show at first. He was only pretending to care because Jane was there, perhaps. He learned later that he was wrong. That Thor had been heartbroken. Maybe that’s why he chose to stay with his brother instead of leaving the Asgardians after Ragnarok, but he wasn’t sure.

But as he started to be alone more and more, he started to doubt himself. He worried that Thor only kept him around because they were brothers. He worried that the people only tolerated him because he was a prince. He worried that they wished he weren’t there. He worried more than anything that no one wanted him or cared about him; even Thor.

It was those spiraling thoughts that kept him inside. He started leaving less and less. Some days he would never leave his bed. He wouldn’t eat. Some nights he didn’t get any sleep. Other nights he kept waking up from nightmares. He was a mess.

Loki had been in bed for days when he heard a knock on his door. At first he had just rolled over, burying his face in his pillow and hoping whoever it was would leave. Then the knock came again. He sighed and pushed himself out of bed and twisted the doorknob open. He squinted a bit at the light, glancing up to see that it was Thor standing in front of him.

“Loki?”

“Hey,” he replied simply, moving a bit so Thor can come in.

“Are you alright?” Thor asked as Loki closed the door behind him. The two moved towards the couch, sitting down near the edge. “I haven’t heard from you in days.”

Loki blinked up at him, surprised by the amount of concern in his tone. His eye seemed to sparkle with worry as he looked him over, and when Loki glanced over his shoulder at the mirror on his wall he realized he looked awful. He stared for a moment before quickly changing his appearance. “I’m fine,” he told him, turning back. “I just hadn’t got out of bed yet is all.”

“It’s nearly nightfall, Loki,” Thor pressed. “You couldn’t possibly have been in bed all day.”

“So what if I have?” Loki asked, raising his voice a bit as he stood up. He hoped that his brother couldn’t see how tense he was as he started to walk around, making himself busy straightening the few trinkets he had on his shelves. He could feel Thor watching him, but tried to ignore him.

“You missed the dinner,” Thor prompted, causing Loki to freeze. He searched his mind and then moved to the calendar on his desk, making a fist and slamming down on it as he saw the scribbled note.

“Sh*t,” he muttered. There had been an important dinner the night before. One that was meant to be a sort of memorium for his mother. One that he hadn’t wanted to miss. He felt himself falling into the seat at the desk, bringing his hands up to grip his hair as he fought the overwhelming emotions that washed over him at the realization. He could cry later, right now he had to put on a brave face.

“Hey,” Loki was surprised by the softness in Thor’s voice. It was a tone he rarely used. One that he couldn’t remember his brother ever using on anyone other than him. One he hadn’t used in so many years that it made his throat feel tight. He felt a hand on his knee and glanced down to see his brother crouching in front of him. “No one is upset with you for missing it. We’re only worried about you.”

“I’m fine,” Loki told him sharply, bringing his knee up to throw Thor’s hand off. His brother only moved it to his shoulder then, rubbing a thumb over the thin fabric of his shirt. “Thor.”

“I know you, Brother,” Thor said, an air of certainty in his voice. “You are definitely not fine.”

“Why do you even care?!” Loki asked, standing up and pushing his brother away before walking towards the mirror. He didn’t look at it, instead keeping his gaze fixed on the floor. “I’m a f*cking monster, Thor. You shouldn’t even. . . I’m not even your brother.”

It happened before Loki even realized. He summoned energy using his magic and blasted it at the mirror, shattering it into crystals. He froze at the sound, a flashback taking over. Him and Amora in Odin’s vault. A crystal striking the Tuning Fork and summoning the Lurking Unknown. The creature feeding off his fear.

He was pulled out of it as Thor rested a hand on his shoulder. He realized that he was on his knees now, glass cutting through his clothes in several places. He breathed heavily as Thor carefully started to pull them out. “You are my brother, Loki,” he said gently. “You will never be anything but that.”

Loki felt his chest burning as he stared at the broken mirror. He felt his disguise falling, his appearance becoming frazzled. “I should have been arrested,” he breathed.

“Hm?” Thor prompted, putting a hand on Loki’s cheek to force his brother to turn towards him.

“The Godseye Mirror,” he explained, his breathing growing more rapid. “I broke it.”

“Amora broke it,” Thor told him.

“No,” Loki pressed. “She-she couldn’t summon enough energy. I-I put my hands on it and it shattered. She took the blame because she saw how terrified Odin became of me. She took my punishment. I-it should have been me.”

“Loki.”

“I fulfilled the prophecy.”

“Loki, look at me,” Thor said sternly. Loki blinked up at him in response, falling silent as he searched his brother’s eye. He could see nothing there but concern and sincerity. “Did you see the vision in the Godseye Mirror before it broke?”

Loki shook his head. “But we know what he saw. He saw me at Ragnarok.”

“Did he?” Thor prompted, leaning back. “Think about it. . . No one knew about Hela at that point. What if. . . What if he saw her and had to say it was one of his sons so that he didn’t reveal her. Or maybe. . . You two look alike. Maybe he was confused. Maybe the vision wasn’t clear and he saw the black hair and just assumed. We don’t know that he saw you, and even if he did, it wasn’t true.”

“The way he looked at us. . .”

“Loki, what he saw in the vision was a warrior leading the army of the dead,” Thor said. “You didn’t do that, Hela did.”

Loki blinked a few times, searching his memory for that day centuries ago. What Thor said made sense. The pieces didn’t fall perfectly into place.

“And, I mean,” Thor started, catching his attention. “The Godseye Mirror warned Father of the war with Jotunheim. . . Without it, we would have never had you. Surely it wouldn’t have warned us of the war if you were not meant to be here.”

Loki was silent as Thor continued pulling fragments of glass from his skin. When he was finished and Loki hadn’t replied, the elder brother helped him to stand and led him to the bathroom, sitting him down on a stool. “I’m going to go get a bowl and some clean clothes,” he said gently. “I’ll be right back.”

Loki shook his head and grabbed Thor’s wrist, looking up him. Thor looked back down with a worried expression. “Something’s wrong with me,” he choked out, feeling his strained facade breaking. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with me you, Loki,” Thor said softly, crouching in front of him and taking his hands. Loki forced himself to look him in the eye despite the tears he could feel brimming in his own. “You’re not okay right now, and there’s nothing wrong with that. There is nothing wrong with you.”

“When I fell. . . Let go. . .”

“I know, Loki,” Thor said sincerely, squeezing his hands. “I don’t think I realized it until I met the others in New York. . . But I know that you were hurting. I shouldn’t have let it get that far.”

“It’s not your fault,” Loki told him, his voice breaking.

“And it’s not yours,” Thor assured him. He hesitated for a moment. “Is it okay if I hug you?”

Loki hesitated for a moment, looking down at his bleeding arms and torso. “I’ll get blood on you,” he murmured.

“I don’t mind,” Thor said with a small smile before gently raising up and wrapping around Loki’s smaller frame. Loki tensed at first, then melted into the embrace, loosely wrapping his arms around Thor. He pressed his face into his brother’s shoulder, squinting his eyes shut to fight against the tears that were flowing down his cheeks now.

“Thank you,” he breathed out, feeling Thor squeeze him a bit at the words. “I love you. I-I never stopped. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Thor whispered. “I know. I love you too.”

Loki felt a small weight lifting off his shoulders. Because even after everything that he had done. After trying to kill Thor years ago. After New York. After faking his death. After Sakaar. After Ragnarok. After all of that, Thor still loved him. He still claimed him as his brother after knowing that they shared no blood.

Thor carefully pulled away, his hands lingering on Loki’s shoulders. “We’re going to get you cleaned up,” he started. “Then we’re going to go home. I don’t want you to be alone right now.”

“The mirror. . .”

“I can send a guard to clean it up later,” Thor promised. “Will you be okay alone for a minute?”

Loki nodded in response, watching as Thor left the room. He sighed, lowering his head and taking a shaky breath. For a moment, his mind flickered back to the night Amora had been arrested. He sat in his mother’s chambers after the fight with the Lurking Unknown, his knees pressed to his chest as she prepared a spell to heal his bruised ribs.

He had raised his voice at her that night. He had pressed her to tell him the truth, only admitting that he and Thor had been eavesdropping on her and Odin in the process. He had begged her to teach him how to use his magic that night, and she told him that she would. It was the first time he ever remembered her going against her husband’s wishes, and she did it for him. He had asked her that night what would happen to him.

“Patience, my son.”

Her words echoed in his mind almost as if she were there saying it now. A small warmth grew in his chest he felt a faint smile touching his lips. He hated that he missed the dinner in her honor, but he had a feeling that she wouldn’t be upset with him. Not when he thought of her so often. He knew that she was well aware he hadn’t meant it when he said she wasn’t his mother. That didn’t mean he didn’t regret it, but it helped. It helped knowing that she never stopped loving him as her son. That she raised him as her own even knowing the ice that run through his veins. That she believed in him when his father didn’t.

Loki was far from okay. He wasn’t sure he would feel better anytime soon with the darkness that seemed to follow him recently. But he knew that Thor would be there for him. He wouldn’t fight this alone, and in time he would heal. He just had to be patient and all would be well in the future. The sun would shine on him again.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #tw depression #loki odinson #thor odinson #loki #thor #post thor ragnarok #infinity war noncompliant

[whtwclf]

❝ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐖 𝐎 𝐎 𝐃 𝐒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙 𝑜 𝑣 𝑒 𝑙 𝑦 ， 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 ＆ 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑝 𝑟 𝑜 𝑚 𝑖 𝑠 𝑒 𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝐊 𝐄 𝐄 𝐏 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐌 𝐈 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑠 𝑙 𝑒 𝑒 𝑝 ❞

✩— 𝑑 𝑜 𝑐 & 𝑝 𝑟 𝑜 𝑚 𝑜 // ★ -— 𝑎 𝑏 𝑠 𝑜 𝑙 𝑣 𝑒 𝑑 ᵇʸ 𝑘 𝑖 𝑡

ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉᵈ ：⁽⁰⁷ ¹⁷ ²⁰²³⁾

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𝟹𝟶+ she／her

𝟷𝟾+ to be here

𝟸𝟷+ to participate in any nsfw content

eastern time zone

semi－selective

slow － medium activity

multiverse ＆ multiship

duplicate ＆ crossover friendly

triggering content & nsfw present & appropriately tagged in plain text

canon divergence ＆ noncompliance present ，but can be plotted around if necessary

asks ＆ DMs are happy ＆ safe spaces for us to talk plot , characters , etc. either can be sent anytime

𝑄𝑈𝐼𝐶𝐾 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸𝑆 𝑜𝑛 𝑀𝑌 𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑌𝐴𝐿 ：

𝐛 𝐮 𝐜 𝐤 𝐲 . . . [ counter to 𝟼 𝟷 𝟼 ] is in fact a 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 & was never given the infinity serum by nick j. fury & is captured & taken to azzano where he recieves the super soldier s e r u m .

𝐡 𝐨 𝐰 𝐞 𝐯 𝐞 𝐫 . . . [ counter to 𝚖 𝚌 𝚞 ] i do follow 𝟼 𝟷 𝟼 insofar it was 𝐍𝐎𝐓 hydra who collected bucky after his fall , but rather the soviets who took him to ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ x : the secret science division of the k r e m l i n .

[ 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛 ，𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 & 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒 ，𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 ℎ𝑦𝑑𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒 & 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟶 ]

𝐟 𝐚 𝐦 𝐢 𝐥 𝐲. . . [ counter to m c u ] is / was everything to bucky . bucky’s family - aside from rebecca - is entirely my own creation . i went so far as to rename both his parents & crafted unique histories to them . this version of his family is NON-NEGOTIABLE for me . it plays such a crucial role in who he is & who he wants to b e c o m e .

[ 𝑑𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑙 @unexceptional 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ＆ 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑐𝑎 ． 𝑖 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑐𝑎 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 ＆ 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 ＆ 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑖 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 ＆ 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 ❤︎︎ ]

𝐚 𝐭 𝐡 𝐞 𝐢 𝐬 𝐦 . . . [ counter to 𝟼 𝟷 𝟼 & 𝚖 𝚌 𝚞 (?) ] is bucky’s chosen “ spiritual ” path . originally a devout catholic prior to the war . that faith was lost in the quiet death that breathed ragged across central & eastern europe . what little god or faith he had at the time of his fall was long since lost after everything he was subjected to as the winter s o l d i e r .

[ 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 & 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 ．𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 & 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 & ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 － 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑙’𝑠 mental / emotional 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 ， 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 & 𝑎𝑡𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 ， ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒 & 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 ( not just ones rooted in heroism ) ． 𝑖 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑏𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 & ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 — 𝐼 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑠𝑡 ． 𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ ， 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ ，𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦’𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑠 & ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑤𝑖𝑖 & 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 ，𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 & ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 ． 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 & 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 ． 𝑖 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 ， 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑗𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦𝑠 ．𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 ． 𝑚𝑦 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 & 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑗𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 ．．．

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．．．𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 ，𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑡 ．𝑖 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝟼 𝟷 𝟼 / 𝚖 𝚌 𝚞 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ， 𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ．𝑖 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑑 & 𝑐𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 ， 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑚 ． 𝑖 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ． 𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 & 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 ， 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 & 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 & 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 ， 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡ℎ & 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 — 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑑 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 & 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐 ． 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑖 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 & 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 ( it’s so incredibly vivid how he absolutely could be jewish ) 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 — 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 & 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡 & 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 ；𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑝 ＆ 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 — 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ，𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑝𝑐 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ， 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ＆ 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 — 𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑜𝑛 . ]

#✩ 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳 : 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 & 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 #✩ 𝙹. 𝙱. 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚂 #✩ 𝙳 𝙽 𝙸

[enchantedlokii]

What Could Have Been

Chapter One

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson

Mentioned: Bruce Banner, Brunnhilde, Heimdall, Korg, Miek, Stephen Strange, Sif, Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg, Odin Borson, Frigga

Thor sat in his chair — he refused to call it his throne — and watched out the window. It was rare that he managed to be alone even for a moment with the entirety of Asgard being cramped into the Statesman. They were lucky that the ship was large and had plenty of room to move around. If it were any smaller, he was sure they would all go mad.

Most of the Asgardians slept in the same quarters. The women and children slept in beds while the men laid out on the floor. Thor shared a separate room with Loki and Bruce and Brunnhilde, though it wasn’t meant to be a bedroom, and Heimdall had made himself comfortable in a storage room, hardly leaving as he had always done when he guarded the Bifrost. The only ones who ever questioned it were Bruce, Korg, and Miek. The rest of them were used to his strange ways.

It was night now. Well, the sleeping hours was what they called it. There really was no night and day anymore. It was the only time that the ship was ever quiet, but that was okay with Thor. He enjoyed the fact that his friends had not given up hope. In fact, many were excited to see Midgard for the first time, asking questions excitedly to those who had visited in the past, himself included.

Thor was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the door slide open. He turned slowly to glance towards the opening, a bit surprised when he saw Loki come in. His brother looked tired, he noticed, and a bit surprised that Thor was already there. “Oh,” he breathed so quietly that Thor almost missed it. “I didn’t know you were in here.”

“Can’t sleep?” Thor asked.

Loki hesitated before giving a small nod, moving forward to look out at the stars. “I can go somewhere else if you wish,” he said after a moment, not looking in Thor’s direction.

“I don’t mind the company,” Thor assured him. In fact, he was glad to have his brother there. He had feared that he might never see him again after they parted on the Bifrost, Thor sending Loki to bring Ragnarok to Asgard. He had been certain his brother would go elsewhere, but for some reason he decided to stay. There was something different about him, Thor realized. Something that had changed since the Battle of New York and his sentencing to life in the dungeon. He clearly wasn’t the bloodthirsty killer he had made himself out to be, but he wasn’t quite himself either. Not the way he was before Thor’s banishment. Thor just couldn’t figure it out.

“Do you really think it’s a good idea to go back to Earth?” Loki asked after a moment of silence. When Thor looked over he realized that his brother was wringing his hands nervously in the same way that their mother did when she was alive.

“Yes, of course,” Thor replied with a small smile. “The people of Earth love me. I’m very popular.”

Loki rolled his eyes slightly. “Let me rephrase that,” he started again. “Do you really think it’s a good idea to bring me back to Earth?”

Thor looked his brother over. Honestly, it probably wasn’t the best idea. Their last trip to Midgard hadn’t gone well, and he was sure that Dr. Strange would not be pleased when he learned that Loki was on Earth again after he had promised they would return to Asgard, but a part of him hoped that he was wrong in his judgement. Loki was a difficult character, but Thor truly believed he was trying to do better. “Probably not, to be honest.”

Loki nodded, lowering his head a bit. Thor half-expected a snide remark in return, but his brother remained silent. Thor frowned and raised a hand, putting it on his shoulder. Loki glanced over with a questioning look, one eyebrow raised.

“I wouldn’t worry, Brother,” Thor told him, a small smile on his lips. “I feel like everything’s going to work out just fine.”

Loki gave him a weak smile in return. “I hope you’re right,” he replied. “I don’t believe your Avenger friends will be too happy to see me.”

“I think it will be fine,” Thor pressed. “Bruce likes you.”

“Bruce tolerates me,” Loki corrected him, sitting himself down on the floor of the ship a few feet away from Thor. “Like Sif and the Three. There’s a difference.”

Thor raised an eyebrow at him. Sif and the Warriors Three had always been their friends. Sif was the only one left now, but he liked to believe she was still a friend. Then again, he hadn’t really been around all that much before Ragnarok. “What do you mean?” he asked. “They were always our friends.”

Loki huffed out a half-heartedly laugh. “You must be the most oblivious of all of Asgard,” he murmured. “They were always your friends. They put up with me because I’m your brother and they were afraid to cross you. They never actually liked me. Not since we were children, at least.”

Thor felt a flicker of anger in his chest. “That’s ridiculous,” he muttered. “How come you never said anything? I would have put them in their place.”

“But would you have?” Loki asked. “Now, maybe, I could see it. But then?”

Thor frowned at the accusation, but he knew that Loki was right. It had been centuries since he had been close to his brother. Ever since that first fight when Odin had looked into the Godseye Mirror for the last time and saw one of them bringing Ragnarok to Asgard. Thor had been quick to accuse Loki of being the one that would lead the army of the dead, and he hadn’t even been sorry about the fact. He wondered if that had been the moment that his brother had changed. Because their trust had been broken when they eavesdropped on their parents’ conversation. “I’m sorry, Loki, I—”

“Don’t,” Loki interrupted him, looking down at the floor away from Thor. His voice sounded almost hollow of emotion as he spoke. “I’m too tired to have this conversation.”

Thor sighed but nodded. If he knew one thing that would never change about Loki it was the fact that you shouldn’t push him farther than he wants to go. He had his boundaries, and he didn’t want anyone crossing them. Not even Frigga, when she was alive.

Slowly, Thor stood from the seat and moved towards the door. He turned to look at his brother again, seeing that his gaze was still fixed on the dark floor beneath him. “Goodnight, Loki.”

Loki glanced up at him for a moment, blinking once. “Goodnight, Thor,” he replied. For a brief moment, Thor thought he could see the echo of a smile on his lips. Someday, he hoped, they could get back to being as close as they had once been. Someday, he hoped, but not today.

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